she's a rose she's a gun

Wenming led several policemen from the second group to the lower reaches of the Wuzhi River.

However, after inquiring about it one day, the residents on the shore either shook their heads blankly, or said that they did not see any suspicious persons appearing at the scene.

Wenming was eating instant noodles while watching the surveillance at the branch office.

"This, this, zoom in on this." Stroking a piece of noodles, she glanced at the screen, pointing to a man by the river on the monitor inarticulately, and asked her colleagues in the branch office to zoom in.

"Um..." The colleague at the branch office hesitated to speak, but he dared not refuse to obey the request of the police from the branch above.

Wenming opened his eyes wide and leaned over to take a look, and couldn't help laughing.

What kind of man was that? It was clearly a slender trash can.

"Officer Wen, do you want to take a break..." The young policeman blushed. The female policeman from the sub-station was a perfect beauty, but her eyes were dark circles, bags under her eyes, and her eyes were not working well.

Wenming smiled wryly, rubbed his messy hair, said hard work to the police in charge of monitoring, walked out of the office and went straight to the scene.

Where the bomb was found, the police she brought were still going door-to-door asking.

Wenming glanced at the street lamp that had just been lit, and looked up at his surroundings.

Not far from both sides of the Wuzhi River, there are many high-rise buildings. At this time, some windows have been lit up. If they are in these high-rise buildings, the scene here can be said to be unobstructed.

She sighed heavily, and greeted the scattered policemen: "Everyone has worked hard, go home first today, don't come here if you have urgent work at hand tomorrow, everyone has worked hard."

Dragging his tired body, Civilization returned home.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Mu Yang practicing walking while propping up the edge of the bookshelf. When he heard the door sound, he shook and was about to fall backwards.

Civilization's exhaustion dissipated in an instant, and she rushed forward with a stride, just in time to hold Mu Yang in her arms.

"Is it possible to walk a little?" She asked softly with her eyes shining with excitement.

Mu Yang's hair blocked her face, but the smile on her mouth was very obvious.

Supporting Wenming's shoulders to stabilize her body, she straightened her hair and looked at Wenming with uncontrollable joy on her face: "Well, today's practice is very effective, if you didn't come back suddenly, I wouldn't have fell."

"My fault, my fault." Wen Wenming smiled unabated, and walked a few more steps while supporting Mu Yang.

"I came back quite early today. You guys have a conscience. Look at your eyes, how dark they are." Mu Yang walked, rubbing the back of Wen Wenming's hand distressedly.

Wenming stuck out his tongue embarrassingly: "I didn't adjust myself well. I fell asleep when I got home yesterday. I woke up this morning and went straight to the police station. Sorry, I didn't say a few words to you."

Mu Yang slid his hand to Wenming's arm, pinched it a little harder, and said angrily, "I'm sorry, go wash up and sleep for a while, wake up to eat, Nico brought fresh abalone and sea cucumber today, I cooked seafood porridge."

Wen Wen grinned even wider, and she kissed Mu Yang on the face with a "baa", and ran to the bathroom happily.

Mu Yang stared at her back tenderly, hesitation flashed in his eyes.

After sleeping for almost half an hour, Civilization stretched her body refreshed, and walked out of the bedroom. The long-term police life made her develop the habit of falling asleep quickly and waking up quickly.

As soon as she walked out of the bedroom, she smelled the aroma wafting from the dining room. After sniffing her nose vigorously, she rushed into the dining room.

There were two steaming bowls of seafood porridge and some green side dishes on the dining table. Next to it, Mu Yang was looking at something. When he saw her coming in, he put down the paper in his hand and handed her a glass of water: "Your nose is good, and it's still hot. Come on, drink some water first."

The two drank porridge while bragging, and Wenming happily talked about finding Xiao Han's virgin girlfriend after returning this time.

"He made a new girlfriend, but he didn't have time to accompany her two days ago. After Lao Yang found out, he told him to leave work on time at 5 pm today. It is said that he bought a new fitness ring to apologize to the girl hahaha."

Mu Yang scooped up a spoonful of porridge, smiled lightly and said, "He finally got a girlfriend, I always thought he was interested in you."

Wen Wenming's smile froze on his face, and after two seconds he stammered and said, "Where...how, he...he, he can't be."

Mu Yang still curled the corners of his mouth in an unclear manner, ate a mouthful of green vegetables, and did not speak.

"Ahem." Wenming was so anxious that he looked around looking for something to change the subject, and then saw Mu Yang's paper on the empty chair, and his eyes lit up.

"By the way, what were you looking at when I came in?"

Mu Yang followed her gaze, her face suddenly turned slightly red, she coughed lightly, and handed the paper to Wen Wenming: "Nico brought it here today, I just flipped through it."

Wen Wenming took it over, looked curiously, and saw the words "Script of "Who and Zhengming" written on the top.

"Wow, this is the script. Isn't "Who and Contending" the movie you filmed in the bookstore before? It didn't finish after that..." Wen Wenming held his spoon in his mouth, and suddenly remembered the tragic death of the director in the bookstore last year. At that time, Mu Yang was still mistaken for the murderer, and the drama ended up being over.

"Yeah." Mu Yang ate his porridge with his head down, his face still rosy.

"So are you going to direct this drama?" Wenming suddenly responded and asked in surprise.

Mu Yang's face turned even redder, she waved her hands, and after a while she whispered: "No, no, Nico just brought it over, so I looked through it, but I haven't decided yet."

"I support it!" Wenming yelled excitedly, causing Muyang's eardrums to ache, "If you like it, do it, and there will be good results!"

Mu Yang put down his spoon, pondered for a while, and then looked at Wen Wenming with peace of mind: "Yes! I will seriously consider it."

Wen Wenming happily munched on the abalone while humming the theme song of Mu Yang's last movie.

"That... I still want to ask..." Mu Yang looked at Wenming who was in a good mood, and opened his mouth with some hesitation.

"What's wrong?" Wenming tilted his head and took a mouthful of vegetables.

"I know you have discipline, but what happened to He Ruofei's case? That new clue? I also want to know..." There was a trace of earnest request in Mu Yang's voice.

Civilization put down the chopsticks in his hand and was silent for a moment.

"I know, I understand your feelings." She opened her mouth after deliberation, and looked at Mu Yang earnestly, "I can only say that there is no progress yet, even whether there is any connection between that new clue and He Ruofei's case. The relationship is still unknown, it's better...don't hold out too much hope."

Mu Yang was stunned for a while, then picked up the spoon again, and said softly: "I understand...you can also relax, don't push yourself too hard."

"Okay, I will definitely pay attention." Wenming smiled seriously tonight.

Wenming went directly to the lower reaches of the Wuzhi River the next morning, and returned to the police station with his tired legs until noon.

As soon as she entered the office, she waved at Yang Dongliang and sat down on the sofa: "I got nothing."

Yang Dongliang, who was staring at the computer, turned around and threw her a bottle of mineral water.

Wenming was drinking wildly, when the door of the office was pushed open again with a "bang", a figure repeated what Wenming did just now, and also directly trapped himself on the sofa next to her.

"Pfft—" Wen Wenming almost choked in his throat with a sip of water, and when he took a closer look, it was Xu Liang who looked frustrated.

"Cough cough cough... I was almost choked to death by you." Seeing Xu Liang's pitiful appearance, she stood up and took a bottle of water from Yang Dongliang's inventory, and handed it to him.

"I can't help it." Xu Liang shook his head, took the water, and suddenly said without thinking, "I just went to see the algorithm, and it's really not something we people in the office can crack. That kind of technology is hackers. What the geniuses in China have, I guess they still have to rely on the people in the military."

Both Wenming and Yang Dongliang fell silent.

"Old Yang." After a while, Wen Wenming said after deliberating, "If you are a computer expert, I don't know if there is someone on my side who can ask her for help..."

Yang Dongliang looked at her calmly.

"It's just... my classmate Wang Gen. You know, when I was kidnapped and rescued me last time, she directly tampered with the radio signal in the prisoner's hand."

"...is she a hacker?" Yang Dongliang asked calmly.

"Should...probably not." Wenming waved his hand awkwardly, "But she may know some people in this circle. Those people are very individual, and they are especially unwilling to deal with official people. If she is asked to say something, it may be more efficient."

After Yang Dongliang closed his eyes and thought for a while, he opened his eyes and gave a serious order: "Yes, but I can't disclose anything about the case. I just give her the algorithm and ask her if she can crack it, and don't ask her to find someone else right now. If she can't do it, forget it, we must control the scope of information, if the military allows us to cooperate, we will talk about it at that time."

"Yes!"

Up and down 5000 years amusement park.

"Wang Gen!" From afar, Wenming saw Wang Gen who was busy outside a building with a strange shape, and she beckoned from afar.

"Civilization, why are you here?!" Wang Gen was checking the power supply and network on the outer wall of the building, when he heard the shout, he raised his head in surprise.

Wenming had already walked to Wang Gen's side, and commented pretendingly interested: "Well, it's not bad, didn't you say you've been here all this time, I'll take a look, this thing is quite high-tech..."

"Quite high-tech? Quite?" Wang Gen looked at her incredulously, "Do you think your words are appropriate? That's quite high-tech! Quite!"

Wen Wenming happily patted her on the back: "Come on, you, you climbed up a pole. I know you're good, so I'm not here to ask you for advice."

"Ask me? You?" Wang Gen squinted at Wenming suspiciously.

Wenming wasn't angry either, he turned on the laptop and handed it to Wang Gen: "Here, let me show you, can you crack this algorithm?"

Wang Gen glanced at her, and her expression immediately became serious after just one glance.Patting the ashes on her hands, she took the computer, her eyes fixed on the screen for a moment, and her fingers began to fly on the keyboard.

After a quarter of an hour, she finally stopped the fingers that dazzled Wenming, took a deep breath, and asked Wenming with a frown, "Where did you get this algorithm?"

Wen Wenming was dumbfounded just now, only then did he realize that Wang Gen had stopped, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry about where it came from, anyway, I encountered it at work, can you solve it?"

"...I'm not sure yet." Wang Gen looked at the screen hesitantly, his fingers trembling slightly, "This algorithm was not written by an ordinary person. This person's level is comparable to mine. It will take ten days to see the outcome."

Wenming was silent for a while, took back the laptop, patted Wang Gen's back, and said with a sincere smile, "I see, thank you, I'll treat you to dinner when you're done."

"Should I ask my colleagues in the circle?" Wang Gen asked a little unwillingly.

"No, really no, don't talk nonsense, you know the nature of my work, absolutely keep it secret." Wenming hurriedly urged.

Wang Gen resumed her usual disdainful expression: "I know."

Civilization turned around and waved his hands behind him as he walked forward.

"Hey." Wang Gen stopped Wenming from behind, "This guy is very powerful, you...be careful."

Wen Wenming carried Wang Gen behind her back, and a smile flashed across her face. Two seconds later, she turned her head around and waved brightly at Wang Gen: "Well, let's go."

"By the way, No. 9 Paradise is undergoing internal testing. The director said that I can bring my friends to play together. No tickets are required, and there are few people. Are you coming to play?" Wang Gen's voice sounded again behind him.

"Again~say~la~" After a few seconds, the voice of civilization in the distance came back.

Wang Gen stood there and pouted.

In the following week, Wen Wenming continued to lead his men to visit the scene of Wuzhuan River from time to time. Xiao Han and Da Biao also continued to investigate in their own direction in an orderly manner. People's lives gradually returned to the right track, but their hearts became more and more It became clearer and clearer that this case might continue to be suspended.

The 8th is Friday, and Wenming returned home early in the afternoon.

"You came back so early today?" Mu Yang was watching the documentary "The Director Says" in the living room. Seeing her come back, he paused the screen and walked slowly to the door.

Wenming looked at her approaching with a smile: "You can walk very steadily."

Mu Yang took the bag in her hand and said with a smile: "Well, it's basically fine, but I can't walk for a long time."

Wen Wenming hugged her and sat on the sofa, continued to press the remote control, and reported while watching: "The work at hand is done today, so Lao Yang asked us to come back early, and I want to work overtime tomorrow."

She wanted to use the weekend to ask all the residents near the Wuzhi River that she hadn't visited.

"It's going to be hard work again." Mu Yang rubbed Wen Wenming's neck, and bit her earlobe distressedly.

Wen Wen blushed, and was about to do something when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

She took out her phone helplessly, looked at the name on the screen, and sighed deeply.

"Lao Yang, you are really my enemy." Faced with Mu Yang's questioning gaze, she smiled apologetically, and picked up the phone, "Hey Lao Yang, I just got home..."

"Civilization, I just got the latest news from the Ministry of National Defense, is it convenient for you to talk?" Yang Dongliang's serious voice came from the phone.

Wen Wenming straightened her face all of a sudden, she said "wait a moment", withdrew her body from Mu Yang's arms, made a gesture of "go and return", stood up and got into the guest bedroom.

After closing the door of the guest bedroom, she picked up the phone again: "Lao Yang, tell me."

"I just learned from the Ministry of National Defense that the Japanese military has recently lost a batch of newly developed bombs, and is secretly conducting international arrests, requesting the cooperation of all countries to help arrest those who stole the bombs."

"Bomb? Is it the one in our hands?" Civilization's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Yang Dongliang sighed: "The Ministry of National Defense sent a holographic scanning drawing to the past, and Japan said that the bomb was theirs, but the signal receiver was not theirs, and neither was the car shell."

Civilization rubbed his chin: "That makes sense. The person who stole the bomb probably added the signal receiver and the casing of the car model... Wait, the signal receiver was also installed by the prisoner himself? So what happened to the bomb?" Detonation?"

"You have mentioned the problem." Yang Dongliang's voice was muffled. "The Japanese say that their bombs are detonated by impact, and they don't need any signal receiver at all."

"Impact?!" Civilization's pupils widened suddenly.

"Yes, it's the impact. We were confused by the signal receiver, and that's basically an interference item." Through the phone, it seemed that Yang Dongliang was shaking his head with a wry smile.

Wenming slid down the door to the ground at once, muttering to himself: "So, our investigation went all the way...but at that time...ah!"

She suddenly remembered what the young fisherman had said as his father was about to throw one of the model cars into the river.

Throw it in the river!There must be a "throw" action!So it is equivalent to a collision!

The salvage team also said that the riverbed in the lower reaches of the Wuzhi River is flat, so it didn't hit it when it was in the river.

She let out a long breath, and looked at the phone with some self-mockery: "So that's it, so my investigation of the suspicious people on both sides of the Wuzhi River was in vain. The person who detonated the explosion was not at the scene at all. He may be in any corner of the world." .”

"One more thing, Japan claims that its bombs/bombs/made/made are excellent, and it is impossible for them to be eroded by river water."

"What?! Is it possible for another bomb to detonate?" Civilization's nervous eyes turned black.

"No, the technical department has already verified it, and it has indeed been soaked in a little water, so it can only be said that the Japanese side is overconfident in its own technology."

"Wait." A thought flashed in Wenming's mind, and a puff of cold air rushed down his back in an instant, "How many bombs did Japan lose?"

"Five, why, could it be that..."

Civilization shook his head and closed his eyes: "Five, according to the power of the bombs described by the fishermen, five bombs are far from enough to blow up a helicopter and the people on it. At that time, there were at least twenty bombs of the same power on the plane. bomb!

In other words, the person who stole the bomb not only added a signal receiver, a car model shell, and even imitated their bomb! "

"That's why the unexploded one was eroded by water! It's because it's an imitation, so it's not sophisticated enough!" Yang Dongliang almost bit his tongue excitedly.

Wenming took a deep breath: "Old Yang, this person is too difficult to deal with."

Xu could hear the loneliness in Wenming's tone, and Yang Dongliang comforted him on the other end: "This case has been handed over to the Ministry of National Defense. I will convey the inference just now. They think that since He Ruofei is an American, what they stole is Japanese. bomb, then the scope of this case is not so simple, there may be dangerous forces outside the country, so don’t think about it, and rest at home on weekends.”

Wen Wenming nodded, his eyes gradually regained clarity: "I see, thank you Lao Yang, you should also have a good rest."

After hanging up the phone, she collected her thoughts and stood up.

Looking at it this way, this case is really not something their Donghu branch can solve. Now that the Ministry of National Defense has fully taken over, don't worry about it.

It's just that the suspicious person near the Wuzhi River who I have investigated for so long has finally proved that the direction is completely wrong, which is a bit embarrassing.

Thinking of this, she shook her head and opened the door.

On the sofa in the living room, Mu Yang was obediently watching TV, when he heard the door knock, he turned his head and looked at Wenming inquiringly.

"Good news, good news! We'll be off tomorrow and won't be working overtime. Wang Gen explained that there will be a closed beta test for the opening of a new amusement park tomorrow. Let's call Nico and Wei Ran and go play together!" Wenming announced with a smile on his face.

The author has something to say:

When I used to read articles, I would see the author say that the content and characters of the article did not go according to my original plan. I didn’t believe it before, but now I believe it. It’s true that many, many new ideas will emerge during the writing process , as if it should develop like this.

The content of this chapter still took a little brainpower hehe.

Preview of the next chapter: I really want to write about going to an amusement park this time. . .